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Violation 57
Sunday, March 8th, 2009
Estadio Nacional in Lisbon, Portugal

SINGING YOUR EULOGY
Written by: Nat

FRANKS: Apparently, Miranda Buck is backstage with PWA newcomer, "The Xtreme Wrestling Makeover" a man simply known as Jackboot.

QUADROS: His debut was in Madrid, last week, where he went toe to toe with E-Fed wrestling legend, Omar Owens, who was also making his big comeback.

FRANKS: That's right! O2 won a close hard fought battle, with Jason Sandman looking on from the ramp, he countered The Equalizer and locked on the Last Gasp sending Big Boot counting sheep.

QUADROS: Jackboot looked impressive landing some big moves, or was it ring rust on Omar Owens's part?

FRANKS: We'll find out tonight, live at Violation 57! Jackboot vesus Va'aiga! Here we are with Miranda Buck...

We cut backstage where Jackboot stands towering over Miranda. He's wearing black tights, black wrestling boots and black knee pads. He flexes his enourmous biceps, "Justice" and "Order" left and right respectively, over and over... kissing them. His face is wrapped in bandages and covered with a protective skull mask with three leather straps holding it on. When he talks, his deep German voice sounds a bit muffled.

MIRANDA: I'm here backstage with Jackboot, accompanied by his good friend "The Adreniline Rush" Pierce Cavanaugh! Tonight you take on the heaviest man in the PWA the so far impressive Va'aiga, any comments?

The camera zooms out a little showing the three standing outside a locker room in the hallway. Pierce is decked out in his usual ring attire and smiles into the camera. Jackboot begins to flex his gigantic juiced up pectorials and chest muscles while responding.

JACKBOOT: Tonight, is going to be a massacre Miranda, I have only one thing on my mind. The total, and utter destruction of the biggest, baddest man the PWA can throw at me! Va'aiga! When you step into the ring tonight, it won't be a wrestling match good sir. No, it will be the begining of your eulogy! Tonight we bury Va'aiga, the biggest, the baddest, and send him straight... to... HELL!

Pierce begins laughing as we cut to a Vow 2 promo.

REGULAR RULES
Jackboot vs. Va'aiga
Written by: Neil

The arena lights dim before the shouted intro to Not Many (The Remix) kicks in... PITO SUTE AKILAGI!
It ain't good... It ain't good 'cuz you'll get jumped in my hood

...and Va'aiga steps into the entrance area. Va'aiga throws the BOO-YAH! Combination, and as he throws the Shaka Sign he tilts his head back so the hood of his entrance robe falls away. Va'aiga walks down the entrance ramp, backhanding the fans before stepping into the ring and handing his robe to a ring attendant. Va'aiga then climbs a turnbuckle and throws another Shaka sign to the crowd.

Franks: The power of Va’aiga has been on display since he’s arrived in PWA, Ray. But last week he ran into some trouble with Cross Recoba.

Quadros: So that must mean angry Maori bad ass this week.

"Death Blooms" by Mudvayne starts to play Jackboot enters from backstage and stops at the top of the ramp. White sparks engulf him as he drops to one knee and kisses each of his enormous biceps... (named) Justice and Order. Jackboot smiles and nods, then heads down the ramp charging to ringside. Pierce Cavanaugh comes out from the back as well to cheer on his tag team partner. Jackboot slides under the bottom rope and begins stalking the ring back and forth, testing out the ropes.

Franks: Pierce Cavanaugh and Jackboot have been reunited, Ray! They have a heck of a history in other promotions and perhaps there will be some more Criminal Intent pairing in the future.

Quadros: This is looking good for Jackboot. Not so much for Va’aiga.

Referee Steve Upshaw gives Pierce Cavanaugh an early warning to stay out of the ring. Cavanaugh throws up his hands with innocence. Upshaw calls for the bell and we’re underway! DING! The two big men pace back and forth before locking up. There’s a collision of over 600 pounds in the ring as the two tussle back and forth for the advantage! Jackboot hulks up and brings his shorter, ripped stature into the equation to push Va’aiga backwards. But V powers up himself, digging in deep to stop the momentum! Then BAM! With one powerful shove, Va’aiga tosses Jackboot to the mat! Jackboot gets to a knee and readjusts his mask, complaining to the referee that Va’aiga illegally pulled it.

Franks: Oh what a crock of crap Jackboot in cooking up here. Va’aiga didn’t pull on his mask!

Quadros: Of course he did! How the heck do you think he was able to shove the man down like that? Jackboot is 100% natural muscle. Va’aiga is 100% extra cheese pizzas and cans of Pringles. Once you pop, you can’t stop!

Referee Upshaw has some words for Va’aiga, telling him not to pull on the man’s mask. The Maori Badass claims innocence, leaving himself open for Jackboot’s sneak attack punch to the gut. Jackboot with an Irish whip that sends V to the ropes. Off come Va’aiga with a powerful shoulder block that drops Jackboot again! Spinning elbow drop attempt by Va’aiga hits nothing but mat as Boot rolls out of the way. Jackboot shows some quick speed for his size as he pops back up to his feet and nails Va’aiga in the side of the head with a knee! Jackboot with a cover! 1!…TW…KICK OUT!

Jackboot drops some heavy stomps to the face of Va’aiga, attempting to give the Maori a reason for some plastic surgery himself. Va’aiga battles off the stops to the face as he gets to a knee. Jackboot with a palm thrust to the throat staggers Va’aiga, leaving him wide open for a hard Irish whip into a corner. Here comes Jackboot with a running knee to the midsection, doubling Va’aiga over in the corner! Here comes Jackboot with a series of punches to the face of the Maori as Pierce Cavanaugh cheers his partner on! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9 punches! TE….NO! Va’aiga lunges forward with a head butt to the mask of Jackboot to stop the momentum!

Quadros: I told you! He’s a mask attacker!

Jackboot recoils as he grabs his face. Va’aiga turns the table on the situation by tossing Jackboot into the corner now! Right hand to the midsection of Boot! Left hand! Right hand! Left! Follow up power over the head belly-to-belly suplex out of the corner by Va’aiga! Running head butt drop to the face by the Maori wrestler makes Pierce Cavanaugh cringe as his partner is losing control in this match! Va’aiga with a cover! 1!…2!…KICK OUT!

Va’aiga starts to unleash some elbow smashes to the face of Jackboot while Referee Upshaw warns to give the man some room. Va’aiga backs off but pulls Jackboot up by the head. He powers the large Jackboot up into a Maori Drop before making another cover! 1!….2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Pierce has a sigh of relief on the outside of the ring as his partner kicks out.

Va’aiga keeps up the momentum as he bulls Jackboot back into a corner with a shoulder block! Another shoulder block! Another! Another folds Jackboot up! Referee Upshaw wants this out of the corner and Va’aiga has no issue with this. He whips Jackboot out of the corner…reversed! Off the ropes comes Va’aiga right into a spinning sidewalk slam by Jackboot! Feeling like getting some revenge after the attacks to his reconstructed face, Jackboot puts his shoe to Va’aiga’s face and grinds down to disfigure the Maori!

Franks: Ow.

Quadros: Yeah! Rub those tats right off his ugly fat face!

Another grinding boot to the face as Jackboot damn near rips Va’aiga’s nose off! The crowd starts to give Jackboot some hell as he waves them all off. He sits Va’aiga up and puts him into a seated face-lock.. Shaking the Maori Badass’ head back and forth like a dog on a chew toy, Jackboot demands Upshaw ask the islander if he wants to give up. Before Upshaw can even ask, Va’aiga replies by powering up onto his knees to take Jackboot out of position. The ripped German Machine continues holding on, trying to squeeze Va’aiga’s head with his massive forearms!

Back elbow to the ribcage thrown by the Maori! Another back elbow and another! He’s fighting back with elbows until Jackboot has no choice but to release! Va’aiga is to his feet and turns around! Right jab by Va’aiga at the crowd cheers! ONE! Left jab! TWO! Another left jab! THREE! Straight punch to the masked face! Ooooa! Big right hook staggers Jackboot! Va’aiga shoots the Shaka sign as the crowd yells BOO-YAH! Final Yakuza kick to the face by Va’aiga drops Jackboot! Pierce Cavanaugh’s hands go up in outrage over illegal punches! Va’aiga with a cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!!

Franks: Va’aiga fed off of these fans, Ray!

Quadros: It’s the downfall of society when they cheer this freakish thug!

Va’aiga gets up and starts flexing his arm as he stalks Jackboot. The people know what’s coming! And so does Pierce Cavanaugh as he hops up onto the ring apron and starts arguing with Referee Upshaw about his job in this match! Va’aiga turns to Cavanaugh and pulls back on the ropes, sending Pierce into the ring with a flip! Now the Maori is stalking Pierce Cavanaugh who wants nothing to do with the big man! Upshaw yells for Pierce to get out of the ring and Pierce does just that on his hands and knees.

But the slight distraction is a bit too much as Jackboot recovers and shoots a low chop block into the right knee of Va’aiga from behind. From there he rolls the big man’s buckled leg up into a single leg Boston Crab! The crowd continues to give Jackboot and Pierce Cavanaugh some hell as JB yanks the leg back. Va’aiga pounds the mat with frustration as he tries to battle out of this one. The crowd kicks up a “Maori! Maori! Maori!” chant as Pierce Cavanaugh tells them all to be quiet!

Franks: Once again these fans try to will Va’aiga on!

Quadros: Knock it off. This isn’t the Maury Povich Show.

Upshaw asks if he wants to give up? NO! Va’aiga powers himself onto the palms of his hands and begins crawling his way towards the ropes.. Jackboot leans backwards some more, nearly falling back into Va’aiga to break the momentum. “Maori! Maori! Maori!” Va’aiga re-established his palms as he powers up and continues once again to crawl towards the ropes. Sensing he can’t hold the big man off, Jackboot let’s go of the single leg and falls back onto Va’aiga’s neck with an elbow drop. Another elbow drop! Another! Jackboot hops up, kisses his bicep and drops one more elbow drop to the back of the neck! He rolls the Maori over…1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!!

Referee Upshaw holds up two fingers and says this match is still going! Jackboot applies a headlock and leans back hard, tossing Va’aiga with a snap suplex! The well over 300-pound man crashes hard onto the canvass with a thud! Jackboot comes over and takes him by the head again. One more time, a flawless snap suplex by Jackboot as he tosses the big man with ease!

Quadros: With the way Jackboot is tossing Va’aiga around you’d think islander tossing was part of his work out regimen.

Jackboot is feeling confident now as this time he helps Va’aiga to his feet. He cinches him up for a fisherman’s suplex but NO! The large frame of Va’aiga holds firm and grounded! Jackboot tries again! Nope! Va’aiga isn’t going anywhere! In fact, Va’aiga is able to reverse the momentum into a vertical suplex that makes Jackboot sit up in pain with an arced spine! Va’aiga limps to the side and tees up with a nasty follow up Dan Carter rugby kick to the back of Jackboot!

Pierce Cavanaugh looks for another assist as he gets back up onto the ring apron and calls Va’aiga a “fat piece of poo-pooh”. Maybe you’d like to eat some lariat is the reply as Va’aiga challenges Cavanaugh to get into the ring. Jackboot gets to a knee as he’s carefully reaching into his trunks. Pierce continues to bait Va’aiga on the ring apron until Jackboot gets up with a sneaky pair of brass knuckles in his hand. Va’aiga blows Cavanaugh off and returns his focus to the match at hand. That’s when Jackboot runs at him with a brass knuckles punch! Va’aiga ducks out of the way and Pierce Cavanaugh eats the knuckles in the face!

Franks: Oh!

Quadros: Too bad there wasn’t Easy Cheese on those brass knuckles, Carl.

Jackboot can’t believe it as Pierce Cavanaugh falls back onto the floor! “I’s sorry, Pierce!” You ain’t sorry yet! Jackboot turns around and ends up on the wrong end of a super stiff LARIAT that drops all 300-plus pounds of him to the mat in a heap! Va’aiga hooks the leg as the crowd counts! ONE!….TWO!!….THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding! “Not Many” begins to play again as the Maori Badass raises his hands in victory!

Franks: What a win for Va’aiga tonight in Lisbon, Portugal!

Quadros: Seems like Criminal Intent has to work out some rust as a team here.

Va'aiga asks for a microphone as gets one from fat Freddy Ferdinand. The Maori looks out towards the crowd with a smile.

Va'aiga: TONIGHT...Operation Old School was in full effect! TONIGHT...Lisbon, Portugal witness the most deadly Lariat in the world today! And TONIGHT...the men in the back just got a glimpse of what this Maori Badass brings to the ring each and EVERY WEEK! So, if you people liked what you saw...give me a BOO-YAH!!

The crowd yells out BOO-YAH but they end in more boos than yah's. Pierce Cavanaugh came from behind Va'aiga and nailed him in the back of the head with the brass knuckles! Now Jackboot, holding his head in pain, is starting to join in on the stomping beatdown on Va'aiga post match!

Franks: Come on! This isn't right!

Quadros: Come on and just say it, Carl. This is just Criminal!

As the boos rain down, Jackboot lifts the large Va'aiga up onto his shoulders as Pierce Cavanaugh hops to the top turnbuckle. Just as Jackboot looks to deliver a fireman's carry face plant, Cavanaugh jumps off and nails Va'aiga right in the face with a drop kick! 25 TO LIFE!! BOOO! Va'aiga has been laid out and left in the ring as Criminal Intent begins walking backstage with a slight moral victory tonight.

SHE'S SERIOUS
Written by: Andrew & Paul

Jason Sandman is shown making his way toward the CW locker room to meet up with his friend and tag team partner, Terminus, when he happens to notice the figure of Daz Van Dyke, lingering with his back turned to Sandman just outside the entrance as he talks excitedly into his cell phone.

Daz, talking into the phone: Listen..you're certain that he'll be around nedt week?...He will? Good. Tell hiim that my asscoiation with CW won't change those plans?...What's that? Does anyone in CW know what we have planned? Not at all...none of those idiots suspsect-

Jason reaches around Daz and hangs up the former TNW owner’s phone. Daz looks down to see what happened and finds the demon hand. He swallows and looks back at Jason.

Jason: Sup Fucker. Let’s talk real quick.

Jason grabs Daz by the back of his collar and drags Daz into the CW locker room. Jason lets go of Daz’s collar as he pushes Daz across the room.

Jason: Sit.

Daz: Now, listen Jason, this isn't what you-

Jason stares at Daz.

Jason: I said sit, and once you do you will shut the fuck up until I give you permission to speak. Now let’s see if what I heard was right. Someone is coming next week and me and Terminus aren’t suppose to know about it. Nod your head yes or no.

Daz, sighs and slowly nods his head.

Jason: Good now I will forgive the fact that you have yet to sit if you tell me exactly whose coming and why, and don’t skip anything even if you know it will make me mad. But be warned you piss me off to much I may hit you.

Daz: Listen, Jason, I was just discussing the return of a former superstar that I thought might be a valuable addition to this organization. I just wanted this to be a pleasant surprise, is all...

Natalie: Are you serious!?

Natalie Snow is shown standing just inside the entrance, with her arms folded, and her eyes filled with disgust and anger as she stares at DVD.

Jason, looking back at Natalie: You hear the bull shit in that too.

Natalie: Did I ever!

Jason: Do me a favor. Close the door and then turn around.

Natalie slams the door shut but remains facing Daz.

Natalie: Not before I say a couple of things to this scheming, manipulative, lying piece of dog dropping...

Jason: Natalie you should turn around. I am going to stab this man repeatedly and I don’t think you need to see it.

Natalie Snow ignores the comment and glares at a very pale Daz.

Jason: Well I warned you. Just don’t puke.

Jason reaches into his back pocket and pulls out two spikes. He walks over to where Daz is standing frozen in fear.

Natalie: Jason...stop!

Daz...Everyone in this room knows that you hate our guts, and everyone here knows that we hate you just as much in return. So, please do not insult our intelligence, and pretending you have our better interests at heart. Because, as you can see, all this will serve to do is to shorten your lifespan by a considerable extant.

Natalie punctuates that statement with a had two handed shove that sends daz staggering against the wall before he slumps onto the bench.

Natalie: Now then...

Right now, Daz, I'm the only person that is standing between you and a rather excruciating demise. But, if you're willing to put aside your own self-interest for a moment, and assist me with the matter of gaining the Voard's approval of my participation in the upcoming LH title match...I MIGHT be inclined to suggest to Jason that maybe he should another worthy candidate to create his work of art....

Daz: You...you're serious, Natalie!? I thought that your acceptance of the LH challenge was nothing more than a...

Natalie: A joke!?

Well, then you thought wrong, Daz.

I'm deathly serious about this challenge, and, even though your former protege also made a point to accept this challenge, I can't see any reason why I shouldn't be given the opportunity to prove myself in this type of situation...can you?

Daz: I...

Natalie: Of course not. So...with that in mind...Jason would you be so kind as to excuse us for just one moment?

Jason: Not a problem, and Daz remember you fuck us over you’re my new pin cushion.

Daz can only nod his head as he watches Jason give him a sick grin and then slowly walk through the exit. Natalie then sits beside Daz, cracks her knuckles, and then addresses DVD in almost pleasant tone of voice as the shot begins to fade.

Natalie: Now then...let's get down to business, shall we?

THE GOOD FIGHT
Written by: Justin & Okori

The scene shifts backstage to Nighthawk's locker room, where he is dutifully taping up his wrists, making sure to follow the same pattern he's followed since he first started in the sport. He is interrupted by a knock at the door.

Nighthawk: Come in.

He doesn't even look up, totally concentrating on his taping job, paying attention to the smallest of details. In through the door walks Omar Owens, who is already wearing his wrestling tights, looking like he's ready to go.

Omar: Nighthawk.

It's only now that Nighthawk looks up from what he's doing to turn his attention to his former and current colleague. There's a moment of silence before Omar breaks it.

Omar: It's been a while..

Nighthawk: Three years.

Omar: I'm sorry I haven't made an effort to connect with you before now, but I've kind of had tunnel vision since I've gotten here.

Nighthawk: I understand. You're on a mission.

Omar: I am, but I just wanted to let you know, that mission includes giving it my 100% in the ring every time I'm scheduled for a match.. You and I have always got along, but as soon as the bell rings, I'm in it to win it.

Nighthawk: I wouldn't have it any other way.

Omar: And that's all there is to it. I'm going to bring it to you during the match and as soon as it's over, we're right back to this again. Two professionals who have nothing but the utmost respect for each other.

Nighthawk: I appreciate this Omar, but you know with you and me, it really doesn't even need to be said.

Omar gets a grin on his face and sticks out his hand, which Nighthawk takes into his and they shake.

Omar: I just wanted to make sure. This place seems like it's out of control and I wanted to let you know where I stood.

He turns away and begins to walk back towards the door to leave when Nighthawk stops him.

Nighthawk: Omar, as chaotic as this place seems, there are still more than a few of us rooting for you.

Omar: I know you are, but I hope the others are rooting for the right reasons.

Nighthawk: Keep fighting the good fight.

Omar smiles again and nods before turning and leaving.

SKINNY WHITE MEN CAN'T PUNCH?!
Written by: Steve

We open up in the backstage area, Boz Wells is on his knees holding his jaw, Aiden Miles standing over him. It looks odd, as Boz doesn't look to displeased and Aiden Miles is actually trying to help Boz to his feet.

Aiden Miles : Sorry man, you should have said!

Boz Wells : Well you didn't give me much chance, did you? Now help my ass up.

Miles pulls on Boz Wells shoulder, as Boz finally stands upright, towering over Miles.

Boz Wells: You know, for a skinny little white boy, ya got some punch on you.

Aiden Miles : I guess I got lucky.

Boz Wells : Well I guess you did. Look, last week after you tried to get in here again? Mugs let me in on a little information and told me, next time, you can walk right on in

Aiden Miles : See, I wouldn't have cracked you in the jaw and ran inside if I'd known that!

Boz Wells : Well now you do.

Aiden Miles : What made him change his mind?

Boz Wells : I don't know, but someone told him about a note you slid under the door, and just told him to let you in.

Aiden Miles : What note?......Oh right! Nice!

Boz Wells : So you gonna fill me in, brah?

Aiden Miles : Later on Boz, laters. I'll get someone to get you some ice for that...thats gonna be nasty in the morning!

Boz Wells : You're telling me....damn...

REGULAR RULES
Victor Cornelius Roberts vs. Jake Keeton
Written by: Neil

“A Tendency To Start Fires” by Bush begins to play as some PWA fans cheer while others give little to no response.. Out steps Victor Cornelius Roberts in a pair of gym shorts and a tuxedo t-shirt. He stops on the entrance ramp with wobbly legs, obviously not wanting to come out here to the ring. Then his “trainer” of the week, Cody Carmichael steps out in a pair of jeans and a red T2SF t-shirt. Carmichael pushes VCR down the ramp way towards the ring, giving the Board member very little choice in the matter of wrestling this match.

Franks: Ray, you can’t help but feel a little sorry for Mr. Roberts tonight. He’s way out of his league in this one. All he wanted to do was talk to Wren Chesney last week about her relationship with Jostrodomus. And now he has to face Jake Keeton with a potential re-match for Keeton vs. Jostrodomus at Vow 2 on the line.

Quadros: Jake Keeton is a piece of garbage, Carl. He wants the easiest match possible to face Jostrodomus again. This is just pathetic.

Carmichael pushes VCR into the ring and starts to lurk around ringside. Then a hush fills the arena and a mixed reaction of mostly cheers with a few boos due to what he's done in the past thrown in billows from the crowd as "Hunt You Down" by Saliva hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp barely acknowledging the fans as stares down Victor Cornelius Roberts with his game face on. Keeton slides into the ring, which causes VCR to roll out instantly in fear. Roberts tries to run backstage to get away from this match but Carmichael cuts him off.

Franks: Well I can’t say Jake Keeton hasn’t prepared himself for this match, Ray. He looks as focused as ever.

Quadros: Of course he does. He just wants to hurt an untrained man in the ring and then collect his re-match! He surely is Society’s Stain.

Jake Keeton looks to have some words for Cody Carmichael as he dares them both to get into the ring. Carmichael pays no attention to Keeton as he takes VCR’s broken glasses and hands him a pair of prescription goggles. Now more boos kick up as Wren Chesney and Jostrodomus step out from the back and look poised to watch proceedings themselves. Jostrodomus looks to have some extra interest in this one as Jake Keeton lowers the middle rope and dares Jostrodomus to get in himself.

Franks: Looks like we’re going to have some witnesses for this one. I can’t tell if Wren is concerned for VCR’s safety or concerned about Jostrodomus having to face Jake Keeton again.

Quadros: There shouldn’t be a re-match, Carl. Jostrodomus is 2-0 against Jake Keeton. What will another match at Vow 2 mean? This isn’t best of five.

Referee Pierre French ushers VCR into the ring so this mismatch can get underway. Roberts attempts to get out of there one more time but once again Carmichael rolls him into the ring. Referee French calls for the bell! DING!

Mr. Roberts get himself to his feet as Jake Keeton stares him down. Keeton waves Roberts on, telling him just to stay down and spare himself the beating. Cody Carmichael barks out orders to VCR to stand his ground and show him what he’s all about. Roberts nods and bounces off the ropes, colliding into Jake Keeton with a weak clothesline attempt. Keeton goes no where as he looks to be slightly surprised VCR is dumber than he looks. Jake Keeton shows the inexperienced VCR how to throw a clothesline by blasting the Board member damn near out of his sneakers! Wren Chesney shudders up on the entrance ramp as she felt that one all the way up there!

Franks: And it’s over all ready.

Quadros: Maybe he should have taken the first option and laid down.

Jake Keeton makes the cover as Carmichael starts beating on the ring apron. 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT? Perhaps there’s a cheer from the crowd as VCR kicks out! Jake Keeton shakes his head as he can’t believe how dumb this guy is. Keeton pulls VCR up by the hair and goes around the back. Almost effortlessly, Keeton tosses VCR halfway across the ring with a German suplex! Roberts sits up violently, arcing his spine in pain. Keeton doesn’t show any remorse as he runs up and kicks Roberts in the face to lay him out! Oh!

Franks: Geez!

Quadros: Good thing he was wearing protective goggles.

Now Wren Chesney is irate on the entrance ramp as she spits and swears as Jake Keeton. Jostrodomus holds the pissy Co-Commissioner back as Jake Keeton pulls up the all ready visibly beaten VCR and whips him into a corner. With a smile etched across his face, Keeton looks towards Wren and Jostrodomus as he relished each and every shoulder he shoves into Mr. Roberts’ midsection. With Roberts folded over in the corner, Jake Keeton tosses him once again with an over the head belly-to-belly suplex!

Jake Keeton gets up and waves out to Jostrodomus, tempting the #1 Stunner to come down and get involved. Carmichael continues pounding on the ring apron as he tries to will VCR on. Mr. Roberts doesn’t move as he lays on his back, staring at the ceiling. Here comes Keeton with a running stomp to the face! VCR rolls around holding his face as the crowd starts to give Keeton some heat for a prolonged beating.

Quadros: Good thing the referee with the eye patch was signed up for this one, Carl. This is getting hard to watch...

Keeton doesn’t seem to mind at all as he’s now starting to enjoy himself knowing this is pissing Wren Chesney off. He doesn’t bother to cover VCR as he picks up the nerd and drops him on his head with a flawless Exploder Suplex. Now Keeton is starting to get a little more heat from the fans as he picks up Roberts one more time and looks out towards Jostrodomus.. “Hey Joz! This one’s for you!” Jake Keeton executes an impersonating #1 STUNNER on Victor Cornelius Roberts! Now Jostrodomus has had enough and starts making his way down to the ring!

Franks: Here we go! Jostrodomus is coming down to the ring!

Quadros: Get him Joz!

Wren Chesney is cheering on Jostrodomus as he makes a beeline for the ring! Jake Keeton is calling him on! Bring it! Into the ring comes Jostrodomus as the crowd goes wild! Referee French has lost all control as Keeton pounces on Jostrodomus with some early stomps! Joz fights his way back to his feet and we’re having an all out slugfest here now! Right hand! Left hand! Right hand! Left hand! Coming from them both as it doesn’t matter who’s throwing what! Right! Left! Joz! Keeton! Joz! Keeton!

Cody Carmichael gets up onto the ring apron, yelling at Referee French to do something! The stupid referee tries to play peacemaker like the Frenchman he is! The right and left brawl between Jostrodomus and Keeton comes to a halt as they both blast Referee French in the face to drop him! The crowd pops!

Franks: Oh man! Referee French ate a double punch!

Back to the brawl those two go without missing a beat! Right by Joz! Left by Keeton! Right by Joz! Left by Keeton! Right! Left! Right! Left! Joz! Keeton! Joz! Keeton! J! K! J! K! K! K! Keeton! Keeton with another punch that staggers Jostrodomus! Wren Chesney can hardly watch! Oh! Kick to the surgically repaired knee of Jake Keeton by Jostrodomus! Keeton grabs his leg only to eat a knee to the face! Jostrodomus picks Keeton up and whips him to the ropes for a spine buster! NO! Keeton explodes off the ropes with a cheap low spear to the leg of Jostrodomus!

Franks: What a move by Jake Keeton!

Quadros: Hey! That’s not fair! That looked exactly like what happened to Keeton last year against Joz! He’s trying to end the man’s career!

Jostrodomus rolls around in pain, holding his leg like some serious damage was done! Keeton yells out some trash talk before reaching down to pick Jostrodomus up for the Highlight of the Night! But no! Cody Carmichael has slid into the ring and spins Keeton around! The two share words as Jake Keeton demands to know what’s going on! Then BAM! Cody Kick to the face of Jake Keeton out of no where! The crowd doesn’t even know what to think of this as Carmichael drags VCR’s limp body onto Keeton! Now he’s shaking Referee French to count! French starts counting barely as Wren Chesney screams out yes! YES! 1!……2!………….THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Franks: What the hell just happened?!

Ferdinand: And here is your winner….VICTOR CORNELIUS ROBBBBERTS!!

Quadros: No! That didn’t happen!

Franks: Jake Keeton will not get his re-match at Vow 2 against Jostrodomus! And Mr. Roberts gets a World Title shot? My God I didn’t see this coming!

Quadros: I have lost all faith in this company if he gets a title shot!

VCR has no idea what just happened as he remains knocked out cold. Jake Keeton is starting to stir as he rubs his chin in pain. Jostrodomus is holding his knee in pain, giving Cody a look like what the hell was that all about? Cody Carmichael has nothing to say for himself as he rolls out of the ring and exits through the crowd. Wren Chesney can be seen up on the entrance ramp pumping her fist in a slight celebration.

IT WAS‘T FOR THE MONEY
Written by: Neil

The PWA fans in Lisbon, Portugal are still shocked over what just transpired. Victor Cornelius Roberts beat Jake Keeton! There’s some hooting and hollering backstage as an overjoyed Wren Chesney and a subdued Jostrodomus pretty much drag a semi-conscious VCR backstage.

VCR: Did I…I’m still alive?

Wren Chesney: Oh, Victor! You did wonderful!

VCR: Wha?

Wren Chesney: You won, Victor! You won!

VCR: I am dead…

Wren Chesney: Far from it! Jake Keeton will not face Michael at Vow 2 thanks to you!

Jostrodomus doesn’t seem to be as happy about these turn of events as he limps along himself while propping Mr. Roberts up. Before they can proceed much further, Cody Carmichael steps into the scene. Jostrodomus and him share a bit of a hostile stare down for a moment.

Wren Chesney: You! I didn’t catch your name! Thank you for all that you’ve done!

Cody: The name is Cody Carmichael and I don’t need your thanks.

Jostrodomus: Cody…

Cody: Joz…

Wren Chesney: You did a heck of a job, Mr. Carmichael. I couldn’t have planned it better myself! I’m sure you found the $10,000 check more than adequate?

Cody: You mean this?

Carmichael reaches into his pocket and pulls out the check Mrs. Chesney is referring to. He then rips it in half, drawing a look of shock from Chesney.

Wren Chesney: Do you want more? It can be arranged. Especially after what just happened.

Cody: Money has nothing to do with it, Wren. When I call, you better respond next time. You know what I want so make it happen.

Jostrodomus: What the hell do you want, Cody?

Cody: Ask her next time you’re boning her.

Jostrodomus: You know what I want, Cody? You to stay out of my business, understand? I don’t need help with Keeton. Thanks but no thanks.

Cody: Next time, Joz…hey Victor.

Mr. Roberts can barely lift his head as his legs are still weak. Carmichael unclips the broken glasses from his T2SF t-shirt and clips them onto VCR’s black tuxedo t-shirt.

Cody: Call me when you’re ready to cash in that title shot, bud.

VCR musters a smile before hanging his head again in exhaustion. Cody Carmichael begins to walk away but turns around one more time.

Cody: Hey, Joz…watch your back. If I know Keeton, he isn’t done yet.

Jostrodomus: And you better watch yours!

Cody: He knows where I live.

Jostrodomus clenches his teeth in anger are Carmichael walks away. Wren and him continue on in a different direction to get VCR checked out.

WHAT DID YOU DO?
Written by: Justin & Andrew

We shift to the back where we see Omar Owens and Freak Nasty 1 in their locker room. Omar is getting ready for his tag match and changing into wrestling attire, while Freak just waits, looking bored.

Freak: I'm thirsty. I'm going to go get a soda. You want anything?

Omar: Gatorade.

Freak leaves the room and we see Omar lacing up his wrestling boots. He hears the door open up and someone walk in, but doesn't look up because he's concentrating on his boots.

Omar: That was quick. Were they all out?

It doesn't take long for him to realize that it wasn't Freak who came back into the locker room and now he looks up to see none other than PWA's World Champion, Terminus, standing in front of him.

Omar: Look, Terminus, I don't have time for a lecture. I'm getting ready for a match.

Terminus: The time for lecturing is passed. I told you to let it drop or you would suffer at the hands of Jason and you chose not to heed my warning. Now that MK has been hurt, you're going to wish you had.

Omar: You think I meant to hit her? The last thing I wanted to do was to hit Sandman's girlfriend. I was aiming for his head and accidently hit her.

Terminus: Well, the fact remains is that she was hurt, nevertheless. And, I'm afraid it won't matter to Jason whether it was an accident or on purpose.

Omar: So what are you doing here, Terminus? You said you weren't going to get physically involved, so I know you're not here to try to kick my ass.

Terminus: I made a promise to you, Omar, and I intend to keep it. I won't get physically involved, but one of the reasons I'm here is to let you know that MK and I were struggling to hold Jason back from you. Now there is one less person to hold him back and, given what happened, I am less inclined to put any further effort into it.

Just then, a Production Assistant knocks on the door and pops his head into the locker room.

PA: Your match is next, Mr. Owens.

Omar: If you'll excuse me, Terminus, I have other things that need my attention right now.

Omar gets up and heads out of the locker room and Terminus follows close behind. Omar looks down the hallway and yells to his manager, who is out of his sight.

Omar: Freak! We're on. Let's go.

There's no response from either end of the hallway and, knowing that Freak is never late when it's time to be on camera, immediately it hits Omar that something is wrong. He turns to Terminus.

Omar: What did you do?

Terminus: I didn't do anything. I was trying to warn you.

Terminus walks away while Omar starts to roam the halls looking for Freak, yelling his name as he goes. Before he can get too far, however, he is greated by Wren Chesney.

Wren: You're due out in the ring just about now, Mr. Owens. I suggest you get out there.

Omar: I can't find Freak.

Wren: I don't give a damn that you've lost your little buddy, Mr. Owens. You've got a match right now and you've got to get out there.

Omar: I'm not going anywhere until I find him.

Wren: If you don't get your ass out to the ring for your match right now, I'll see to it that you never get a chance at Jason Sandman. I'll bar you from PWA events forever. You won't even be able to buy so much as a ticket for the nosebleed seats..

Omar is fuming now, but realizes that he is stuck. He doesn't like it, but he has to do what she says, so he turns to make his way out to the ring.

TAG TEAM MATCH
Ryan Shane & Nighthawk vs. Cross Recoba & Omar Owens
Written by: Muru, Okori & Neil

Franks: Up next we have a match between unlikely tag team partners. The first team is Ryan Shane and Nighthawk. These two guys are polar opposites and it will be interesting to see if they can work as a cohesive unit.

Quadros: Not something I would count on Carl.

Franks: Their opponents are the equally unlikely Cross Recoba and the PWA newcomer Omar Owens.

Quadros: Owens might be new to the PWA but not new to business. If these teams can stay on the same page this could be a good one.

Franks: Lets go to Ferdinand for the introductions.

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…

["Oh" by Ciara kicks up and the crowd is instantly whipped into a frenzy. Omar Owens steps out from the back with some concern over his face as Freak Nasty 1 continues to be missing.]

Ferdinand: Introducing first from Dorchester, Massachusetts and weighing two hundred and fifty-two pounds…Omar Owens!!!

[Omar climbs into the ring and awaits his partner]

Ferdinand: And his partner residing in Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing two hundred and thirty pounds…Cross Recoba!!!

[“Space Dementia” by Muse begins to play as Cross makes his way to the ring ]

Franks: The two men stare at each other and then up towards the ramp.

Quadros: They are already doing something as a team.

[The intro to “Right Now” by Van Halen beings to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out]

Ferdinand: And their opponents, introducing first from Allen Park, Michigan and weighing two hundred and ten pounds…Ryan Shane!!!

[The intro to the song then cuts to the chorus and pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring and the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos. When he gets to the ring he raises his arms into the air and waits outside for his partner]

Franks: Shane is young but he isn’t stupid. He isn’t getting into the ring with two men.

Quadros: I don’t blame him.

[As his opponents stand in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (The Harder They Come Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, raising one finger above his head as his profile is silhouetted in blue smoke. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat of the song, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch and walking all the way around the ring to try and get close to as many fans as he possibly can. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner]

Ferdinand: And his partner from Chicago, Illinois and weighing one hundred and eighty-five pounds…Nighthawk!!!

Franks: This one is about to get underway and it looks like Recoba is going to start this one for his team.

Quadros: On the other side of the ring it looks like Shane is telling Nighthawk he is going to start and Nighthawk obliges.

DING DING DING

[Shane and Recoba start off my circling each other in the ring. The two men then lock up and Cross gets him in a side headlock. He sends Shane off the ropes and ands takes him off of his feet with a clothesline. Recoba kicks him while he is down as Shane tries to make his way to his feet. Shane is up to one knee and starts driving forearms into the gut of Recoba. He is now to his feet and is using quick left hands to get Recoba reeling. He then returns the favor and whips Cross into the ropes. He drops his head as Recoba bounces back and eats a kick. Recoba is now going for the “Rocker Dropper” but Shane counters and hit’s a sit down jawbreaker which drops Recoba. Cross makes his way to the corner and tags in Omar Owens]

Franks: Recoba had early control but Shane was able to counter and now it will be Shane facing Owens.

Quadros: This will be youth versus experience Carl. See which wins out.

[The fans get behind Owens and he locks up with Shane. Shane uses a well placed knee to buckle Owens and get control. Shane now driving forearms across the back of Owens and the fans let him know what he thinks. He scoops Owens up and slams him down hard to the mat. Ryan climbs to the middle turnbuckle and comes off with an Allen Park elbow. He makes a quick cover]

ONE

TWO…

Franks: Shane tried to end this one quickly but it wasn’t enough.

Quadros: It is going to take more then that.

[Shane a bit frustrated continues his assault on Owens. He backs him into the corner and immobilizes him with left hands. Shane crosses the ring and charges in with a splash. As he comes out of the corner he goes for a bulldog but is thrown off by Owens. Ryan gets to his feet and he gets tackled by Omar. Both men are now pulling themselves to their feet. Both men to their feet and Shane takes a swing. It is blocked by Owens and now he is on the offensive. Owens picks Shane up and drops him to the mat with a vertical suplex. Owens is making his way to the top and he hit’s a leg drop across the throat of Shane. He makes the cover]

ONE

TWO

THR…

Franks: It was almost over right there! Shane was just able to get the shoulder up.

Quadros: Owens looking pretty good and that is bad news for the team of Shane and Nighthawk.

[Owens really wanted the pin there and is a in a bit of disbelief. Nighthawk is reaching out his hand wanting the tag from Shane but Shane refuses. Shane to his feet and Owens dodges his attack. Owens is behind him now and has him locked around the waist. Shane fighting to break free with an elbow but is of no use. Owens picks Shane up and drops him on the back of his head with a German suplex that sends Shane towards his own corner. The fans cheer Owens as Ryan is in the corner holding the back of his head. Hawk once again asking for the tag and this time Shane relents]

Shane finally tags in Nighthawk and he enters the ring to a huge chorus of cheers. He reaches his hand out to Owens and as the fans show their approval while the two shake hands. Both respectful wrestlers circle around the ring for a moment before locking up. Test of strength is won outright by Omar Owens as he sinks in a side headlock. Nighthawk with a push off that sends O2 to the ropes and here comes Owens right into the waiting Nighthawk! Arm drag by Nighthawk brings Owens down! Nighthawk twists and contorts the arm but Omar Owens counters back as he battles to a knee. Nighthawk holds on trying to maintain control but Owens reaches around the back. Swoop backdrop by Owens gets him free and lays out Nighthawk!

Franks: Owens only has a couple matches under his belt after a couple year layoff. This match is his toughest one yet.

Quadros: It’s a young man’s game, Carl. He should have just stayed retired.

Omar Owens brings Nighthawk up by the head and whips him back into a neutral corner. Here comes O2 with a body splash into the corner, crushing Nighthawk in the process. Ryan Shane starts to pitch a fit and wants a tag in. Owens whips Nighthawk across the ring again and this time the former Light Heavyweight Champion bounces off the ropes. O2 catches him with a power slam in the middle of the ring and makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!

Owens applies a full nelson and dares Nighthawk to counter out of this. Referee Upshaw asks if Nighthawk wants to give up but the answer is no. The crowd starts chanting “Best in the world! Best in the world! Best in the world!” Cross Recoba tells them all to be quiet but his actions only make the crowd chant louder. Nighthawk battles to a knee and waves his hands around, trying to feed off the crowd’s energy. Now he’s rocking his upper body back and forth as he works O2 out of position! Nighthawk locks his legs and shifts his weight, tossing Owens off his back with a judo throw!

Franks: Nice way to get out of that by Nighthawk.

Owens pops back up but walks right into a knife-edge chop from Nighthawk! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! He backs Owens against the ropes and looks for a whip. But no, Nighthawk turns O2 right around into a snap swinging double underhook mat slam he calls the Chi-Town Drop! Nighthawk with a cover! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT!

Ryan Shane wants a tag in but he isn’t getting it as Nighthawk remains in control. He stalks the rising Owens and applies a hammerlock. O2 tries to power free but Nighthawk jumps to twist the hammerlock into a short-range lariat he calls the Vacuum Twist! Nighthawk is feeling it now as he runs towards the ropes and comes off with a springboard moonsault! NO! Omar Owens gets the legs up and Nighthawk lands chest first across the knees!

Quadros: Desperate act by a desperate man, Carl. Owens is out of his league tonight with Freak Nasty 1 missing. All the talent is gone.

Franks: Are we watching the same match?

Ryan Shane can’t believe this as he impatiently waves to a tag in. Omar Owens is looking for a fresh man himself as he crawls over and tags in Cross Recoba. Here comes Recoba in a rush as he collects the winded Nighthawk with an inverted bulldog! Follow up elbow drop to the face of Nighthawk! Another! Another! Another! Recoba hooks the leg! 1!...2!…THR…NO! Ryan Shane comes in and breaks it up with a kick to the head of Recoba.

Referee Upshaw ushers Shane out of the ring as the young man continues yelling at Nighthawk to tag out! Cross Recoba shakes off the kick to the head and takes Nighthawk by the feet. He tries to turn him over into the Garibaldi’s Guillotine! NO! Nighthawk is fighting it as he tries to roll in the opposite direction! Recoba tries to power him over and…NO! Nighthawk kicks him in the face! Recoba falls back against the ropes and holds his head. Enraged, Cross Recoba looks to hurt Nighthawk. He runs over but Nighthawk hits him in the side of the head with a nip up enzuigiri!

Franks: Oh! What a kick by Nighthawk!

Quadros: Tag out!

Nighthawk does just that as he tags out to Ryan Shane for a breather. In come Shane like a ball of fire, running across the ring and knocking Omar Owens off the apron with a forearm! Boo! He then collects the rising Cross Recoba with a Southpaw Shuffle series of left hands, finishing off with a Russian Leg Sweep! Shane with the cover! 1!…2!…THRE….NO! KICK OUT!!

Ryan Shane drops the boots to Cross Recoba before yelling out how great he is. The crowd boos as Ryan Shane begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. Jumping Allen Park Elbow by Shane! It hits! Again he hooks the leg of Recoba! 1!…2!…2.99994213!! Omar Owens with the break up this time! The illegal Owens picks up Shane and whips him towards the ropes only to collect Ryan Shane with a spinning Spinebuster! Upshaw shows O2 where his corner is while Ryan Shane is left holding his spine.

Quadros: That cheating fat bastard!

O2 wants a tag in because he really wants a piece of Ryan Shane now. But Cross Recoba doesn’t seem to be following that game plan as he executes a slingshot elbow drop onto Ryan Shane! Recoba hooks the leg! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Recoba roughly tosses Shane into a neutral corner and comes in with a running knee to the midsection. He takes Shane by the head and looks for the Sicilian Typewriter out of the corner! NO! Shane powers backwards and reverses into a Right Nowthern Lights suplex! Bridge! 1!…2!…THREE!…NO! Referee Upshaw waves it off saving Recoba got his foot on the bottom rope!

Franks: I bet Cross Recoba is wishing he tagged out now, Ray.

Quadros: Are you going to question his methods, Carl? He dates a Hollywood starlet you know.

Shane can’t believe it and stomps Recoba’s foot off the bottom rope. So disgusted at what’s going on here he roughly tags out to Nighthawk. In comes Nighthawk to a cheer. He and Ryan Shane seem to be on the same page for a brief moment as they double whip Recoba towards the ropes. Off comes Cross right into a double elbow to the face!

Omar Owens has seen enough here as he runs into the ring and grabs Ryan Shane from behind before he can exit the ring! O2 snares him in the beginnings of the Last Gasp, forcing Nighthawk to save Ryan with a massive palm strike to the head of Omar! Watching as Ryan and Omar both crumble to the outside of the ring the Chicago native turns around and sees Cross rushing at him with a hooking lariat, which Nighthawk blocks and rolls right through into the Hangman’s Clutch. Holding on as tight as he can Nighthawk squeezes tight on the hold until Cross taps out!

Ferdinand: Here are the winners of the match….RYAN SHANE AND NIGHTHAWWWK!!

Omar Owens and Ryan Shane battle on the outside of the ring for a moment as if the match is still going! But that doesn’t last long as Shane kicks Owens below the belt! Down goes Owens as Shane lays in some extra kicks. Shane rolls back into the ring only to toss Cross Recoba over the ropes to the floor below. He waves off the losers as Nighthawk shakes his head with disappointment.

As Nighthawk and Ryan Shane stand in the ring, the referee having raised their hands above their heads, all of a sudden Ryan Shane turns to his tag team partner and spits in his face. Running out of the ring quickly Ryan raises his hands above his head screaming “I won that match… all by myself.”

Franks: Oh come on! That wasn’t necessary!

Quadros: Some Roberto Alomar treatment by Ryan Shane. This kid’s on the way to the Hall of Fame!

Standing in the ring, slowly wiping the spittle off of his face as he slowly becomes ever angrier, the “Wrestling Machine” stands in the ring with his hands on his hips as the crowd chants “Nighthawk’s gonna kill you.”

Omar Owens and Cross Recoba stand near ringside in a bit of disagreement over what just happened. Then the crowd starts to go nuts as over the barrier comes Jason Sandman out of no where with his barbed wire steel chair! Owens sees Sandman coming out of the corner of his eye and ducks the barbed wire chair swing! CRACK!! OH! Cross Recoba just ate the chair shot that was meant for Owens! Owens gets the hell out of there as Sandman is swinging the chair around like a madman!

Franks: Jason Sandman is getting himself involved in other people’s business here! He has no reason to be out here right now!

Quadros: Sure he does! He wants a piece of Owens for what happened last week! And look at O2 run like a coward!

Owens gets to the other side of the ring as Sandman tells him to come on! O2 has other ideas as Sandman paces around back and forth. Owens tries to reason with Sandman over what happened to MK last week in the ring but Sandman isn’t having any of it as he sets up the chair outside of the ring. He then picks up the busted open Cross Recoba and puts him through the chair with the HONORABLE DEATH piledriver! Oh!

Franks: God damn it! Jason Sandman needs to be suspended for his actions out here tonight!

Quadros: This could have been avoided if Omar Owens just accepted his beat down!

Out comes Hammerfist Security a bit too late as Cross Recoba is left laid out. Nighthawk paces around the ring trying to calm Sandman down but he isn’t having any of it. Omar Owens starts pounding the ring apron in disgust as he tells Sandman he better let Freak Nasty 1 go! Before any punches between the two can be traded, Hammerfist Security breaks things up so the rest of the show can go on.

THE THINGS WE DO
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk sits in his locker room, still fuming over how Ryan Shane acted towards him immediately after the conclusion of their tag team match against Cross Recoba and Omar Owens, the “Wrestling Machine” paces back and forth in a tight straight line, his fingertips turning white as he tries to clench his knuckles tight to keep from causing some kind of damage to the room around him.

Nighthawk: “Ryan you want to know why I have no respect for you? You’re still not sure why I think you’re the representation of everything that is wrong with this sport? Just look at tonight.. We won that tag match TOGETHER. And as soon as it’s over you spit in the face of your tag team partner and walk out of the ring. I am asking the Board of Directors…. PERSONALLY…. To get you in the ring at vow. And I am going to request an extra stipulation. The winner has to tell the loser that he respects them. so get ready to say those words Ryan. Because when I best you at Vow you are going to say them.”

REGULAR RULES
Jostrodomus vs. Jack Gaither
Written by: John

*The crowd at Estadio Nacional in Lisbon gets ready for the next match of the night as Freddy Ferdinand makes a special announcement..*

FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I would like to recognize the presence of a true international soccer star. He was named “man of the match” at the final of the 2008 UEFA Champions League Tournament, and he was also named the 2008 FIFA World Player of the Year. Sitting at ringside tonight is Manchester United star and Portugal’s own: CRISTIANO RONALDO!

*Portuguese soccer sensation Cristiano Ronaldo acknowledges the cheering crowd from his seat at ringside.*

CARL: Cristiano Ronaldo is here tonight, and I’m pretty sure that he’s seen a very good night of action.

RAY: I hope he’s seen some good action; I’m pretty sure that the 43,000-plus fans in this soccer stadium would be quite upset of the action was bad. Speaking of “upset,” Jostrodomus is one pissed-off individual right now.

CARL: We do understand that Wren Chesney is feeling a bit better now, but honestly, I don’t know what to think about the whole Gaither-Chesney situation.

RAY: Jack is gonna get the crap kicked out of him tonight; Joz is not gonna fool around this week.

CARL: Freddy, it’s time for our next match—take it away!

FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Corpus Christi, TX; weighing in at 181 pounds: this is JACK “THE GOLDEN EAGLE” GAITHER!!

*The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways.." from "One Vision" is played, but the lights go out, and the intro to "Cosmos Rockin'" starts up. Various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen; at the height of the intro, the words "THE GOLDEN EAGLE FLIES AGAIN!" appear on screen. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack Gaither makes his way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way. Once in the ring, Jack poses to the cheering crowd as fans throw neon-colored streamers and release green and gold balloons into the air.*

CARL: You talk about a party atmosphere Ray, this IS a party atmosphere. Granted, I don’t condone the actions of the Gaithers last week, but his new drink is flying off liquor store shelves all around the world!

RAY: You might want to drink that hard iced tea rather slowly, because Gaither is gonna feel some pain all over his body tonight.

FREDDY: And ladies and gentlemen—

*A very pissed-off Jostrodomus sprints toward the ring; as Freddy gets the hell out of there, Joz goes right to work on Jack from behind as Sasha Brown calls for the bell.*

(DING!)

RAY: WHOA—and Joz doesn’t waste any time here!

*Indeed, Joz immediately goes to work on Gaither with some hard right hands to the face of “The Golden Eagle.” Joz sends Jack for the ride; Jack bounces off the ropes and is met with a Jostrodomus spear. Instead of covering right away, Joz mounts Jack and gets in a series of left hands; as he begins to use closed fists, Sasha Brown begins a five-count.*

SASHA: WATCH THOSE FISTS! ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…

*Joz lets go at the last second and taunts the crowd; the crowd whistles—the European equivalent of booing in the USA—as Joz flips off Cristiano Ronaldo sitting at ringside. Jack rolls around the canvas as Joz drops a knee right across the back of “The Golden Eagle” before applying a single leglock. Sasha Brown checks up on Jack to ask for a submission.*

SASHA: JACK—YOU GIVE UP!?

JACK: HELL NO!

*Joz pulls back on the hold even tighter, causing “The Golden Eagle” even more pain. Somehow, Jack manages to crawl over to a bottom rope, forcing Joz to break the hold.*

SASHA: Rope break! ONE…TWO…THREE…

*Joz breaks the hold and drags his opponent back toward the center of the ring. Joz takes “The Golden Eagle” by the hair and pounds head onto the canvas.*

CARL: Jack is eating canvas tonight folks; we knew that Joz was gonna take out his frustrations on “The Golden Eagle.”

RAY: I love it Carl! I may not like Joz, but I love anyone who beats the crap out of Gaither.

*Joz picks Jack up by the hair and sets him back to his feet. After kicking his opponent in the gut, Joz lifts “The Golden Eagle” up high. Forty-three thousand fans cringe as Jack hits the deck again—this time, he is on the receiving end of a stalling brainbuster and pinning combination.*

[ONE…TWO…NOPE!]

*Pissed that he only got a two-count, Joz picks Gaither back up again and sends him for the ride. Jack bounces off the ropes and is met with a tilt-a-whirl sidewalk slam; Joz goes for the pin again.*

[ONE…TWO…TH—NOPE!]

*Joz stands up livid. He turns to referee Sasha Brown and begins to give her the riot act.*

JOZ: Are you blind woman!? That was a horseshit call and a three-count!

SASHA: I only counted two!

JOZ: That was three—I swear to God!

SASHA: Don’t make me tell you again: I ONLY COUNTED TWO!!

*Unfortunately, Joz doesn’t realize that his opponent is slowly getting up his feet. Jack gets up, sneaks up from behind, and rolls Joz up for a pin.*

[ONE…TWO…THR—CLOSE, BUT NO CIGAR!]

*Undaunted, Jack begins to seize the momentum and quickly sends Joz for the ride; Joz bounces off the ropes and is planted face-first to the deck with a textbook flapjack. Jack acknowledges Cristiano Ronaldo—a huge Gaither fan—at ringside as the crowd begins a “GAITHER” soccer-style chant. The soccer-loving Portuguese fans inside Estadio Nacional bang noisemakers together and blast air horns as both Texas and Portuguese flags wave with pride; Jack uses this opportunity to stomp a mudhole in Joz’s back several times before heading up to the top. Joz can only slowly get up and turn towards Jack—and right into a missile dropkick!*

CARL: Gaither with the momentum here!

RAY: Listen to this place—it feels like a soccer match out here!

*Jack picks Joz up by the hair and sets him up for a Samba Slam, but Joz counters with a rake to the eye, causing the crowd to jeer him. Joz delivers some hard forearm shots to Jack’s head before sending him for the ride once again; “The Golden Eagle” bounces off the ropes and somehow blocks Joz’s attempt to execute THE NUMBER ONE STUNNER. Jack gets his left arm free and locks his left hand right between Joz’s eyes. The crowd immediately recognizes this move as the GAITHER IRON CLAW!*

CARL: THE IRON CLAW! THE IRON CLAW!

RAY: Get out of it Joz!

*Jack tightens the Iron Claw even more before suddenly following it up with a kick to the gut. Jack lifts his opponent high into the air as the fans know what’s coming next.*

RAY: Awww nuts!

CARL: Someone is about to get Samba Slammed!

RAY: I need some of that hard iced tea right about now!

*Ray can only think about getting wasted from Gaither’s Hard Iced Tea as “The Golden Eagle” plants Joz to the deck with the Samba Slam before going for the pin.*

[ONE…TWO…THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

(DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!!!!)

*The fans go nuts as “Cosmos Rockin’” begins to play; Freddy delivers Sasha Brown’s verdict.*

FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match: JACK “THE GOLDEN EAGLE” GAITHERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

CARL: Well, what an impressive comeback by Jack tonight; I thought that Joz was gonna beat the hell out of him.

RAY: Big deal: I’m going to a bar to get wasted on that hard iced tea of Jack and Samantha’s.

NON-TITLE
Captain Howdy vs. Christopher Moore
Written by: Neil

The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks out from the back, by himself, neither looking into the crowd, or back the way he came. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, then stands, glaring out into the distance, head cocked as if he is listening to someone. He nods once, then removes his jacket and hands it to the attendant, along with his walking stick, giving them stern instructions to take care of it. He then puts his back into the nearest corner, and watches for the Premiere Champion to enter.

Franks: Two weeks ago we saw Captain Howdy join sides with Mystic J and Pierce Cavanaugh as they dismantled Terminus. Then last week he was missing in action as Cornerstone Wrestling took some revenge.

Quadros: He is perhaps a man with nothing to wrestle for, Carl. He can’t challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship for now. So that perhaps makes him an even more dangerous individual.

The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and his voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of 'Charisma' by W.A.S.P. filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure, none other than Christopher Moore moves among them, stepping forward and raising his arms out as a rain of pyrotechnic spark either side of him, the PWA Premiere Championship held out. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. Moore stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.

Franks: One of the fasting rising stars in PWA history, Ray. Christopher Moore has earned the Premiere Championship and now he’s looking to add a victory over Captain Howdy to his résumé.

Quadros: He’s going to have his work cut out for him in the next couple weeks. Howdy tonight. Then the hot Mystic J at Vow 2.

The Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell and this match is underway. The two competitors circle around the ring then lock up. Captain Howdy gets a quick headlock but Moore pushes him to the ropes. Captain Howdy comes off and gets taken down with a standing dropkick which makes the fans cheer. Moore lays in some boots to the midsection of Captain Howdy then attempts a Boston Crab submission but Captain Howdy quickly kicks him away towards the ropes.

Both competitors get to their feet and lock-up once again. Christopher Moore wins the test of strength and Irish whips Captain Howdy to the ropes. Howdy comes back and ducks the on coming clothesline attempt from the Premiere Champion. Captain Howdy goes around the back and hits a snap suplex out of no where! He then quickly rolls Moore over into a straightjacket choke submission. Captain Howdy keeps Moore grounded as he remains locked onto his back, cutting the Premiere Champion’s air off with his own arms. The Referee Andy Sheppard asks if Moore wants to quit? The answer is no! Captain Howdy releases the hold and unleashes a standing curb stomp to the back of Moore‘s head!. Captain Howdy then drops an elbow and goes for the pin! 1...2...KICK OUT!

Franks: That curb stomp right from the back looked like it stunned Moore for a moment there.

Quadros: Captain Howdy is dentist approved.

Howdy attempts to pick Moore up but he's met with a knife-edge chop to the chest. WHOOO! Another chop! WHOOO! Another! WHOOO! Captain Howdy gets backed up against the ropes. Moore whips him off and Captain Howdy walks right into a spinning backbreaker! Moore with the cover! 1...2...THR...KICK OUT! Moore gets on top of Captain Howdy and starts to ram some forearms into his face!

Franks: Now Christopher Moore is starting to play a little rough here!

Quadros: I don’t think that’s a smart idea, Carl. You only make Howdy more angry.

Captain Howdy is tough as nails though and takes some of Moore's best forearms without much trouble. He rolls Moore off of him and then rolls himself out of the ring to catch his composure. Moore wants to remain in control though and chases Captain Howdy to the outside. The two competitors meet toe-to-toe at ring side and start trading punches! Captain Howdy with a right! Moore with a left! Captain Howdy with another right! Moore with a left! The crowd cheers on the fist fight as the two continue throwing punches as if the Premiere Title is on the line! Captain Howdy is winning with the fists but Moore cuts him short with a knee to the midsection. Christopher Moore then whips Captain Howdy into the barricade!

Captain Howdy is leaning against the barricade holding his back in pain as Christopher Moore runs at him with a spear! Captain Howdy moves just in time! Moore goes head and shoulders first into the barricade! Oh! That’s not good for the neck! Captain Howdy takes advantage once again and lays some boots into Moore on the outside as the Referee Andy Sheppard continues to yell for them to re-enter the ring. Captain Howdy rolls the Premiere Champion back into the ring. Quick pin! 1...2...THR...KICK OUT! Captain Howdy picks Moore up and throws him into a corner. Captain Howdy runs at him and nearly takes his head off with a European uppercut!

Franks: Christopher Moore is on dream street right now!

Quadros: Now that’s a punch I can get into!

Captain Howdy with a suplex neck breaker out of the corner as he's gaining momentum. Another cover! 1...2...3! NO! KICK OUT by Christopher Moore! Captain Howdy locks on a guillotine choke with a scissor squeeze, continuing to attack the neck and keep the wind out of the Champion. Referee Andy Sheppard asks if Moore wants to give up. Moore yells out in pain but there is no give in him yet! After a few moments of holding the submission, Captain Howdy releases the hold and looks to continue punishing the Premiere Champion. He kicks Moore in the spine as he attempts to get to his feet. Captain Howdy drags Moore up by the tights but Moore hits him with a back elbow to the face to get free. However, Captain Howdy remains in control as he knees Moore in the midsection. A Roll the Dice neck breaker turns Christopher Moore inside out!

Franks: This isn’t looking too good for the Premiere Champion right now, Ray. He’s barely been able to stay in this match after he ran head first into the barricade.

Quadros: Sometimes you can be your own worst enemy. Howdy is just exploiting this like a calculated veteran.

Captain Howdy comes over and attempts to take Moore out with a brainbuster but Christopher Moore wiggles free and lands on his feet! Standing enzuigiri by Moore catches Howdy as he turns around! Moore crawls on top of Captain Howdy for the pin! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Christopher Moore grabs his neck and stretches it a little bit with a grimace over his face. Moore spins over the stunned Captain and applies an elevated Boston Crab this time looking for the submission! Captain Howdy starts pounding the mat, trying to fight the pain as Christopher Moore is feeling more and more confident!

The Referee Andy Sheppard asks if Captain Howdy wants to give up. NO! Moore leans back even more, causing Captain Howdy to pound the mat even harder as he tries to fight the pain. The crowd starts to cheer for Captain Howdy as he begins to crawl towards the ropes! Christopher Moore knows he's losing grip! He pulls back even harder as Captain Howdy reaches out and grabs a hold of the bottom rope!

Franks: Somehow, some way, Captain Howdy was able to get to the ropes!

Quadros: Can you be surprised anymore, Carl?

Moore releases the hold and kicks away at the sore back of Captain Howdy. Moore picks up opponent and whips him to the ropes. Captain Howdy sees the spinebuster coming and kicks Moore in the stomach! Double underhook DDT by Captain Howdy spikes Moore into the canvass! Christopher Moore looks to be out cold and this one is over! But wait no, Howdy doesn’t go for the pin. Instead he puts the Premiere Champion in position…PLAYTIME’S OVER!! Howdy rolls the man over and hooks the leg….1!…2!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ferdinand: And here is your winner…CAPTAIN HOWWWDY!!

The crowd gives him a mixed reaction as he looks down at the unmoving Premiere Champion. Referee Sheppard checks on Moore to see if he’s all right but he doesn’t seem to be. Sheppard starts waving towards the back for the EMT’s to make their way down to the ring. The crowd quiets down as they load Christopher Moore onto a backboard. Captain Howdy looks on without much remorse as Sheppard sets the Premiere Championship on the chest of Moore. The EMT’s roll Christopher Moore backstage as he remains unresponsive.

Franks: This is serious, Ray. Christopher Moore might have injured his neck in this one. And well, Captain Howdy finished him off by targeting it.

Quadros: What are you saying, Carl? That Captain Howdy purposely injured Christopher Moore.

Franks: It’s possible.

Quadros: Sure it’s possible but is it also possible that Moore didn’t get enough calcium as a child?

Carl Franks doesn’t respond.

TALK AROUND THE WATER COOLER
Written by: Neil

Nikki Cortez is seen backstage near a water cooler taking a break from whatever it is a temporary Board member such as herself does on nights like these. Dressed in an off pink woman’s business suit from top to bottom, she’s looking mighty trendy tonight. She leans over with a cup in her hand, pushing down on the button to fill her cup full of water.

With some proper timing or just being in the right place at the right time, Daz Van Dyke appears with unfortunate bodyguard Mugs Hammerfist not far behind. With a coy smile on his face, Mr. Van Dyke’s eyes scan up and down Mrs. Cortez’s body with a boyish fascination. Her natural curves make his mouth salivate with desire. At last, his wandering eyes pinpoint one of her better features: the rear end.

*Sexist catcall whistle*

Mrs. Cortez doesn’t even look around as she knows that was purposely aimed at her. She sighs and stands upright with her cup of water in hand, turning around at the same time. And there’s Daz Van Dyke, not even trying to pretend it wasn’t him.

Daz Van Dyke: Mmm…mmm! I do fancy a nice cup of water every now and then.

Nikki Cortez: Hello, Daz. Mugs.

Mugs: Evening, Mrs. Cortez.

Daz Van Dyke: Mind if I share some with you?

Nikki Cortez: Oh I do mind but it isn’t like it matters, does it?

Van Dyke grabs a cup a kneels down to fetch some water from the cooler. Again, not being very secretive as his eyes trace down the front of her body to investigate her God given features. He then takes a sip of water as Mugs shakes his head.

Daz Van Dyke: Mmm….that hit the spot. I was so parched, Nikki. Do you know what it’s like to be parched?

Nikki Cortez: I can only imagine, Daz.

Daz Van Dyke: Of course you can. See, my mum always told me to keep fluids in the body during nights like these. You know, hot steamy Portugal nights.

Mrs.. Cortez looks mighty annoyed as he put some extra emphasis on the word ‘nights’.

Nikki Cortez: And that’s why I got myself a cup of water, Daz.

Daz Van Dyke: Yes of course, my dear Nikki. But I can tell as the water touches your lips and you…swallow…

Mugs Hammerfist clears his throat which causes Daz Van Dyke to turn around annoyed.

Daz Van Dyke: No you can’t have any water, Mugs. As I was saying my dear, you may drink all night long but when it becomes late you still remain parched, do you not?

Nikki Cortez: What are you talking about?

Daz Van Dyke: Fluids, Nikki. I’m talking about fluids and how they are essential for a woman with your assets. It is unfair to deny your body of such a natural, passionate need. Perhaps after the show you can come to my suite and I can quench your thirst? You know, swallow some proper Van Dyke fluid?

It doesn’t take her long to throw her cup of water into his face, getting his nice suit all wet. Mugs Hammerfist chuckles behind Daz’s back while Nikki attempts to leave but Daz grabs her by the arm.

Daz Van Dyke: That was not smart!

Mugs: Let her go, Daz.

Daz Van Dyke: Shut up, Mugs! Listen here wife of The Butcher! I’ve had about enough of your games! You toy with the psyche of Jason Sandman with Omar Owens as if he is a sane man! You try to match wits with Terminus like he is some first grade amateur! And then you continue to insult me when I am the only one that would treat you well! Nikki Cortez…you are too green, too emotional, and far too attractive to think you can manipulate this situation into your favor! You don’t have the brain or the heart to accomplish whatever it is you’re trying to do here!

Mrs. Cortez sneers as she tries to pull her arm free.

Daz Van Dyke: One woman is all ready in the hospital because of your reckless behavior! Sandman has no problems making it two very soon!

Nikki Cortez: Do you think Omar Owens meant to hit Sandman’s girlfriend with a chair last week?

Daz Van Dyke: I wouldn’t put it past either of you at this point! You’re desperate because you know you can’t win.

He let’s go of her arm and she grabs her wrist.

Nikki Cortez: Well you can go tell Sandman I’m sorry his girlfriend put herself in a dangerous situation. Whether it makes him sleep better at night, I don’t care! The only things I care about right now are my husband’s health and his wishes for this company. Sandman may have put him to rest for now but his plans will not be. So you can take that thought back to your little Cornerstone clubhouse and analyze it all you want. Next week I will be right here!

This time she walks away but Daz yells down the hall.

Daz Van Dyke: And so will London McCormack, my dear! Make sure you dress nice for the reunion!

Daz chuckles as he watches her storm off. Oh how he loves to watch her leave. Mugs Hammerfist looks to be quite disgusted by this whole ordeal as Daz tries to dry himself off.

Daz Van Dyke: What?

Mugs: Smooth, Daz. Real smooth.

Daz Van Dyke: You’re damn right I’m smooth. I’m smoother than your bald head.

TAG TEAM MAIN EVENT
High & Low vs. Cornerstone Wrestling
Written by: Andrew

Ferdinand: The following tag team contest is schuduled for one fall and is our Main Event of the evening! Introducing first, coming in at a combined weight of 528 lbs, this team is comprised of Mystic J and Pierce Cavanaugh, and together they are known as High n' Low!

"Hunting High and Low" by Stratovarius plays over the PA system, as the lights in the arena strobe blue and red. After a few minutes, Mystic J. and Pierce Cavanaugh emerge from the curtain to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Mystic and Pierce walk down the ramp and head towards the ring. Mystic climbs up on the apron and over the top rope. As Mystic climbs over the top rope, Pierce slides in underneath, basically between Mystic's legs. Pierce runs over to one of the turnbuckles and incites, then backwards somersaults off the rope, at the same time Mystic raises a balled fist into the air, for a monstrous blue and red pyro from the turnbuckles.

Ferdinand: And, their opponents, coming to the ring at a combined weight of 485 lbs, representing Cornerstone Wrestling....Jason Sandman and Terminus!

“Sanctuary” by Cavalera Conspiracy begins to play, and columns of red and gold pyrotechnics shoot off as the Cornerstone Wrestling representatives appear at the top of the entrance ramp. Flanking Natalie Snow, Jason Sandman and the PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Terminus get a pretty impressive pop from the crowd, who seem willing to overlook their idiosyncrasies as long as they're able to kick the opposing team's butt. The Cornerstone Wrestling members take no notice of the crowd's reaction as they make their way toward the squared circle, and keep their eyes focused upon their opponents as Jason slides under the top rope while the masked man vaults over the top strand into the ring. Natalie heads to their corner to lend her sipport, while the members of CW discuss match strategy as the wait for the match to begin.

Franks: Well, there is little if any love lost between these two units, and that's been proved over the past few weeks with the repeated attacks directed against Terminus by the members of High n' Low, as well as the revenge exacted last week by Jason Sandman against Mystic J!

Quadros: Yeah, there's no question that these two teams don't like one another at all. What is in question is whether the members of each unit will be able to co-exist with their partners. Jason and Terminus were pitted against one another last week- and also engaged in last year's Feud of the Year. Meanwhile Pierce and Mystic went at it hammer and tong in the number one contenders match for the Premiere Title, and haven't seen eye to eye since that time. All of which makes for an interesting encounter, to be sure!

Franks: That it does. Let's get down to the ring to get it started.

As referee Andy Sheppard signals for the opening bell to ring, Mystic strides forward and points toward Sandman so that he can get some payback for the attack against him last week. Sandman seems only to happy to oblige, but before the two can get things started, Pierce reaches out and tags himself into the match! The seven-footer slowly turns around and glares at his partner, who appears to take no notice as the steps into the ring and yells for Jason to bring it with everything that he's got. Jason nods, and steps forward...only to watch with annoyance as Mystic reaches out, and pulls his partner back by the shoulder before tagging himself in with a hard slap across the back of the head!

Franks: Well, it already appears as though the members of High n' Low are having difficulty communicating.

Quadros: What do you mean!? The match has just startedm, and the members have already made multiple tags to one another! If that isn't teamwork, I don't know what is!

Pierce tells his partner to quit stealing the glory from him, in the same manner that he tried to steal Hamilton the dead armadillo, and Mystic tells his partner to shut the hell up as he prepares to engage Sandman. Wait! Pierce reaches out and tags himself back in with a slap across the back of the head, and Mystic turns around so that the two can bicker once more until Jason finally decides that he's hand enough and proceeds to send his old nemesis flying over the top strand with a hard Yakuza Kick to the back! Pierce watches wide-eyed as his partner sails to the floor and crashes onto his back, and is completely unprepared for the moment when Sandman grabs him by the throat, and then lifts him up and then falls backward, sending the Adrenaline Rush flying over the top ropes and into the ring with a two handed Choke Suplex!

Franks: Well, that's one way to settle the argument...

Cavanaugh sits up with his face contorted in pain, and his condition is made that much worse when Jason races off the ropes and then charges forward into a running forearm that connects directly against the spine of his rival! Cavanaugh lies with his back arched in pain, and Jason is quick to dive forward on top of him for the first cover of the match: 1...2...T-Kick Out! Undaunted, Jason reaches out to tag him his partner as he pulls Cavanaugh up, and then whips his foe into the ropes and then proceeds to spin him into him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Sandman holds him across the knee for a moment, and Terminus slingshots himself into a Hangover Legdrop that connects directly against the exposed throat of his opponent!

*SLICK DOUBLE TEAM POP!*

PC is flipped to the mat, and the New Age Punisher is quick to shoot the half-nelson and apply the later press, making certain to hook the leg: 1....2.....THRE-Kick Out The masked man doesn't seem the least bit fazed by the fact this his rival kicked out; and, in fact, a smile appears through his mask as he hauls his opponent up by the hair and unleashes a series of alternating shoot kicks before jumping up into Spinning Back Kick to the chest. Cavanaugh staggers back into the corner, and the PWA World Heavyweight Champion is quick to follow him in with a Corner-Run Up Backflip Kick that causes Pierce to stumble forward when it connects. Landing on his feet, Terminus then capitalizes upon this situation by grabbing his opponent in a front facelock and then climbing up the turnbuckles into a Tornado DDT! Cavanaugh finds himself spiked head first into the mat, and the crowd goes crazy when the champion leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, and gives his famous throat-slash taunt to signal his desire to end the match

Franks: Could we about to see the Terminal Velocity!?

Quadros: Not if Mystic J has anything to say about it!

Before the masked can sail off into the Phoenix Splash that serves as his primary finisher, a now-recovered Mystic climbs onto the ring apron and proceeds to club him from behind with a stiff forearm to the back. This causes Terminus to nearly lose his balance, and gives J time to reach up, grab the masked man, and slam him off the top into the steel barricade that separates the crowd from the ring! OH! Terminus lands upside down against he guard rail and slumps to the mat as an extremely concerned Natalie rushes over to check upon his condition. Infuriated, Jason charges into the ring in an attempt to make the Mystic pay for this assault, only to have the ref intercede and advise him in no uncertain terms to return to his corner-or face a DQ and possible suspension if he doesn't. As Sheppard ushers Jason back to his corner, Mystic hops down, grabs Natalie from behind by the hair, and then sends her flying like a rag doll over the barrier and into the crowd with a modified Hairpull Beil Throw!

*UNHOLY HEEL POP!*

Turning his attention back to the stricken PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Mystic proceeds to deliver a nasty looking stomp to the neck, and then smirks as he watches Terminus roll around on the floor, clutching his throat and gasping for air. Hauling him up by the mask, J then hoists him into military press position and then drops him throat first across the guard rail. The New Age Punisher stumbles backward into the grasp of his opponent, who lifts him up into Argenine Rack position, and then holds him in that hold for a moment before effortlessly pressing him up and tossing him over the top rope and into the ring!

Quadros: What a display of power by the big man. He hasn't actually had an opportunity to officially take part in the match, but that sure hasn't stopped him from making an impact!

The New Age Punisher lands in front of the rising Pierce just as the latter finishes shaking off the effects of the early abuse that he sustained. Noting the champion's wounded state, the Adrenaline Rush waits for the masked man to struggle up to his knees before rushing over and clocking him with a Step-Up Enzuigiri that causes the champion to collapse face-first to the mat! Pierce is quick to roll his opponent over and applies the lateral press for a pin fall attempt: 1...2...T-Kick Out! Pierce shrugs this off and simply hauls the champion up by the hair before taking him over with a Snapmare and following up with a Buzzsaw Kick to the back of the head! The New Age Punisher flops onto his back, and PC quickly drops down to apply another cover: 1....2.....THR-Kick Out! Pierce seems a little surprised about the fact that this wasn't the finish, but quickly regains his cool as he pulls his rival up by the arm and delivers a series of stiff shoot kicks to the gut, before racing off the ropes and sending his doubled over opponent spinning violently to the mat with a Snap Swinging Neckbreaker! Once again, Pierce applies the cover, smiling broadly as he remembers to hook the leg: 1.....2.....THREENOOO! Kickout at 2.999999999!!!!!!

Franks: Close near-fall!

Quadros: Yeah, I think Pierce thought he had him that time. And, judging by the look on his face, I think he wants to do something that will ensure that his opponent stays down for good!

The smile on the face of Pierce freezes and then dissolves as he glowers down at his opponent; he then takes out his frustrations by assuming the mount and flailing away at his opponent with both hands. He then hauls is rival back to his feet and then scoops him up into a body slam, before scaling the turnbuckles of the nearest turnbuckles and sailing off into an attempted Moonsault! Wait! Terminus gets the knees up! Pierce crumples to the mat, holding his ribs, and the masked man rolls over and tries to drag himself toward his corner to make the tag. Mystic has other ideas, though, and proceeds to enter the ring and cut off the champion's progress with a Running Punt Kick to the face! The official manages to usher Mystic back to his corner, but this allows Pierce the time needed to crawl over and make the tag so that he can take a much-needed breather!

Quadros: Oh boy! Mystic J has just entered the ring, with a look on his face that indicates that he wants to inflict the most serious damage possible upon his opponent! Well, nice knowing you Terminus!

J steps over the top rope to make his first official appearance in this match, and then strides over to the still-stricken World Champion and pulls him up by the arm into a short-arm clothesline. Mystic pulls the champ once more, and then proceeds to floor him with a second short-arm clothesline, before pulling him up for a third time, and drivig him down hard to the mat with a short-arm STO! Cover: 1....2....THRE-No! Another Kick Out fron Terminus. Sneering down at the masked man, J pulls him up by the mask, and then nails him with a stiff right hand to the jaw that sends him staggering back into the nearest corner. Mystic follows up with a series of thudding body punches, followed by a nasty uppercut that leaves the masked man looking just about out on his feet. Mystic cinches in a front facelock, and then lifts his foe upside down and holds him there...and holds him there....before finally dropping down to complete the Stalling Vertical Suplex! Mystic rolls over and applies the lateral press, with the hint of smirk flickering across his lips as he hooks the leg: 1.....2.....THREEEENOT QUITE! KICK OUT AGAIN!

*MASSIVE FIGHTING SPIRIT FACE POP!*

Mystic glares at the official, who simply holds up two fingers, and then down at his opponent, before hauling his opponent back to his feet, and then doubles him over with another punch to the ribs, before hoisting him up into powerbomb position, and then sitting out in order to drive him rival down into the Dominator he calls the Revolution Buster 454! NO! WAIT! Terminus somehow manages to land on his feet, and then connects with a Basement Dropkick to the face! Acting purely on instinct, the champion pulls Mystic up by the hair and cinches in a tight muay-thai clinch before burying a series of knees to the gut. The New Age Punisher then drops down onto his back with a Double Knee Facebreaker, causing Mystic to stumble backward into the ropes. Kipping up to his feet, Terminus then tries to whip his rival into the other set of strands. Reversed! Mystic sends his rival hurtling into the ropes instead, and then tries to decapitate him with a Flying Bicycle Kick. Ducked! The momentum of this attempted kick carries him into the other set of strands, and J finds himself tumbling over the ropes and to the floor below after NATALIE SNOW re-appears and pulls the top cable down!

Quadros: Where the hell did she come from!? I thought that she was dead after Mytstic had introduced her to members of the crowd!

Franks: Well, she isn't, and it looks like she's about to return the favor by introducing her foot to his face!

Natalie watches as the seven footer rises to his knees and shakes his head as he attempts to regain his bearings, and then lets out a banshee wail of anger as she races forward and drives the heel of one of her stiletto heeled boots into his face with a Step-Up Yakuza Kick! Mystic falls onto his butt, and Nat presses the issue by springing up and launching a wicked soccer style running kick at his face! No! Mystic catches her by the ankle and then stands up and shoves her down roughly onto her back! J then slowly advances toward the prone Miss Snow as an evil grin forms on his face, but seems to have forgotten the presence of her lover, and pays a heavy price when Terminus lands directly on top of him after propelling himself over the top rope into a spectacular No-Hands Backflip Plancha Dive!

*HUGE HIGH RISK MOVE POP!*

Natalie backs away to her corner with a smile on her face as she watches her lover dust himself off, and then pick his opponent up by the hair and ram him head-first into the steel barricade. Terminus then rolls Mystic back into the ring, and hops onto the ring apron as he watches the No Pain Train stumble drunkenly to his feet. As soon as that occurs, the New Age Punisher then leaps up onto the top rope and leaps off into a Springboard Spin Kick to the back of his opponent's head! Mystic collapses onto his face, and the masked man stares in the direction of Jason and say a couple of words to him as he tags him into the match. Sandman nods as he Terminus up into Powerbomb position, and then tosses him off so that the New Age Punisher can flip backward into a Double Stomp that connects across the back of the hapless Mystic's head!

Franks: DANGEROUS!!!

Quadros: Sure is...

Jason gets that sick smile on his face as he stares down at his old acquaintance, and then quickly applies a reverse deathlock and then proceeds to lift him up by the wrists and nearly drive him through the mat with a savage Curb Stomp ! Sandman reaches down, grabs him in a full nelson, and then deadlifts him up into the air before driving him back down with a Full Nelson Slam! He then drops to his knees for a pinfall attempt: 1....2....T- Another Kick Out with authority! Jason doesn't appear that concerned about his rival's display of toughness as he pulls Mystic up by the arm and whips him into the ropes, before gathering him up and dropping him down into a Manhattan Drop. He then follows up by racing off the ropes and charging into a sick Venom's Strike Lariat that turns Mystic inside out upon impact! Another cover, this time with the hook of the leg: 1.....2.....THREEEEE-NO! Mystic gets a shoulder up!

Franks: I have to give credit where credit is due! I thought J had been knocked completely cold by that sick Lariat that Sandman just threw!

Quadros: The man won't be denied, Carl!

Keeping his cool, the Virginian pulls his rival back to his feet by the arms and traps them between his and then delivers a series of nasty headbutts to his opponent. Sandman then grabs Mystic by the hair and delivers one final head butt that sends him reeling back into the nearest corner. Sandman follows up with by racing forward into a running corner forearm smash, and then follows up by clocking Mystic in the face with serveral more forearms, followed by a roaring elbow that sends the seven-footer lurching forward out of the corner. Jason hops to the second rope as he watches his rival stagger forward,then leaps off and spins around in mid-air, catching his rival with a headlock on the way down and spiking him into the canvas with a Diving Bulldog! Jason immediately transitions from this hold into the Crossface/Rings of Saturn combo that he calls the Snake Vise Grip, and wrenches on the submission attempt for all that he's worth!

*FINISHER POP!

As the crowd, lead by Natalie, chants "Tap! Tap! Tap!", Mystic's eyes go wide with pain and he desperately tries to claw his way toward the ropes. Andy Sheppard asks J if he wants to quit! NO! Mystic continues to make good progress toward the ropes, but his opponent has other ideas and smoothly rolls him back to the center of the ring! Mystic screams out in agony, and is just about ready to call it a night when he happens to note the sight of CAPTAIN HOWDY, clad in steet clothes and carrying his trademark cane, emerging from the crowd and making his way to ringside! Howdy positions himself directly in front of Mystic, and pounds on the ring apron, and this support provides the No Pain Train with the incentive needed to claw his way toward the strands and latch onto the bottom cable! Sandman releases the hold at "four", and glares down at the Captain, who stares evenly at the members of Cornerstone as he barks out words of advice to No Pain Train.

Franks: Well, Captain Howdy decided to make his presence known in the match-up, and it already seems to have had a beneficial effect upon Mystic J, because I'm not certain if he would have found a way to make it to the ropes without Howdy urging him on!

Turning his attantion back to the Mystic, Jason hauls him up and applies a standing headscissors as he prepares to set his opponent up for the Package Piledriver that he calls The Honorable Death. Wait! But, before that can happen,Pierce makes his presence known by leaping onto the top rope and sailing off into a Missile Dropkick to the back of Jason's head! Jason crashes to the mat, while an infuriated Terminus slingshots into the ring and catches Pierce in the face with a Jumping 540 Crescent Kick just as the latter rises! Pierce crashes to the mat, and a still-angry Terminus assumes the mount and returns the favor from earlier by firing away at his opponent's head with punches and forearms thrown with both hands! Andy Sheppard pulls the New Age Punisher off of Pierce and ushers him back to his corner, but in doing so, he fails to see that a rising Mystic has nailed Jason with a low blow just as the latter gets to his feet, and then capitalized by driving him down to the mat with the Butterfly DDT that he calls the Whiskey Shot!

*ENOURMOUS WE HATE YOUR GUTS YOU CHEATER HEEL POP!*

Quadros: The crowd may not approve, but I certainly do! That was as clutch a move as you'll ever see, and allows Mystic and Pierce the opportunity to finish the match once and for all!

Mystic nods in the direction of Howdy as the latter issues some more advice, and then calls out to Pierce as the Adrenaline Rush returns to his corner. Pierce nods as he re-enters the ring and watches his partner lift Jason up and hoist him up across his shoulder into powerbomb position, and then leaps up and executes a Lung Blower just as Mystic spikes his rival down! OH! Air Exotica! Mystic drops down and applies the cover to Sandman: 1.....2.....THRE-No! Kick Out! Mystic looks less than thrilled as he hauls his opponent back to his feet and then lifts him up and drives him down with his Mystic Cross Chokeslam. Another cover: 1............2............THREEEEE!NO! NOT THREE! SANDMAN KICKS OUT AGAIN! Mystic's mouth drops in disbelief, and Pierce demands that he be tagged into the match, so that he can provide the finish that his partner seems incapable of. Mystic just glares at the Adrenaline rush for a moment, and then makes the tag, allowing Pierce to come into the match with a big smile on his face.

Franks: well, Pierce sure does look pleased about having the opportunity to finish matters after Jason has already been worn down!

Quadros: And why shouldn't be be? I hear that the makers of Handi-Snack Pudding will re-launch their product in his honor if he wins this match!

Pulling Sandman back to his feet, Cavanaugh drops down into a sit-out jawbreaker that causes him to stumble backward, and then kips up and rolls forward into Koppu Kick that deposits him onto his back. PC then ducks to the outside, and then slingshots over the top rope into a 450 Splash onto his rival! Cover, with the hook of the leg: 1...........2...........THREEEEEENOOOO! Yet another kick out! Pierce slams the mat in frustration, and pulls Sandman back to his feet, before whipping him into the ropes, and leaping up into the Hurricanrana that sets up the Invalidation. NO! Jason is somehow able to counter by catching Pierce and sitting out into the Downtown Drop! Mystic rolls his eyes as he steps over the rope and into the ring in order to cut off Jason as the latter begins to make his way toward the corner; but those eyes go vacant when Terminus vaults to the top rope and flies off into a Diving Hurricanrana that sends J sprawling to the mat! The New Age Punisher springs to his feet and makes it back to his corner, just in time to receive the tag from Jason!

Franks: Here comes Terminus, who seems to have that look in his eye as he prepares to make the members of High and Low suffer for the treatment that he's received at their hands over the past few weeks!

The crowd cheers as Terminus vaults back into the ring, and then proceeds to catch the rising Pierce with a Standing Dropkick to the face! Popping back up to his feet, the New Age Punisher then proceeds to catch PC's partner in the face with a second Standing Dropkick just as he begins to rise! The force of this kick causes J to hurtle through the ropes, and to the Turning his attention back to Pierce, the masked man then proceeds to catch him with a stiff knee to the gut as he rises, and then lifts him up and drops him head-first to the mat with Snap Spinning Brainbuster! Terminus quickly rolls over and applies the lateral press, making certain to hook the leg: 1....2....THRE-Kick Out! Not wasting a moment, the Canadian pulls his opponent once again, and then proceeds to drop him head-first to the mat once more with the Small Package Driver he calls Dies Irae! Terminus quickly converts this move into a pinning combination, and holds on tight as the crowd roars in approval: 1..................2....................THREEEEEEWAIT! Mystic is JUST able to nail the masked man with a Double Axehandle to make the save!

Quadros: Mystic makes the save, and he's not done yet!

Mystic stomps down hard on the back of the masked man's head, and then quickly hauls him back up to his feet and whips him hard into his team's corner. J then follows the champion in with a Corner Avalanche, and then whips him into the direction of the rising Pierce, who proceeds to gather the Canadian in his arms and take him over into a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex: 1...........2...........THRENO! Kick Out! Pierce slams the mat in frustration and then pulls his foe up by the arm and whips him back into his team's corner once again! Mystic holds his rival from behind, and Pierce charges forward into a Handspring Elbow Smash aimed at his rival's head....only to have Terminus drop down, causing PC to catch Mystic with the strike, instead! Mystic send flying to the floor...just in time to be met with a thunderous Sandman GORE GORE GORE that sends him flying into the guard-rail! OH! Sandman then rains down punches upon his opponent, who tries to reply as best as he can given the torrent of blows that Jason is sending in his direction!

Franks: This match has been everything we could have hoped for, and now the action has spilled to ringside once again!

Quadros: Yeah, and we shouldn't lose sight of the action taking place inside the ring, too!

Meanwhile, Terminus has kipped up into an Enzuiri that has left Pierce slumped against the corner; he then hammer whips him toward the other set of corners, and races in after him, only to have Pierce hop onto the second rope and twist off into a Sunset Flip that takes the Canadian by surprise for a pin fall attempt: 1.........2..........Kick Out! Both men scramble up to their feet at roughly the same time, but Pierce is a little bit quicker, and takes advatange by raking his opponent's eyes. Cavanaugh follows up with a hard Eurpopean Uppercut that causes the champion to spin around and lurch into the ropes in front of Howdy, who twirls the cane in his hand as he watches Cavanaugh grab his rival from behind by the arms. Pierce then asks Howdy to finish matters off for their side, but Howdy simply shakes his head, and points to the official. Pierce's eyes go wide as he stares down at Howdy and tells him to just hit him, already! The Captain simply shakes his head once again and tells PC that he doesn't think that's wise and backs off, much to the surprise of the crowd and of Natalie at ringside!

Quadros: What...why didn't the Captain take advantage of the free shot against his old rival!?

Franks: Well, maybe he was concerned that he would get his new-found associates disqualified if he did.

Quadros: Like that would have stopped him before...Honest to God, I can't figure this guy out!

(Pierce lets go of the masked man and demands that Howdy do as he requested. however, he's so intent upon making that point that he fails to notice that the champion has now gotten to his feet and is standing behind him, and pays the price when Terminus grabs him and lifts him up into PLAYTIME'S OVER position! the New Age Punisher then spins around so that he can stare at his old nemesis, and then nods almost pleasantly in his direction and smiles as he notices that Jason has managed to disengage from the brawl that he's been having with Mystic, and is now scaling the turnbuckles of the nearest turnbuckle! As the crowd goes ballistic, and Natalie jumps up and down and applauds, Jason flips off into the Moonsault Double Stomp that he calls Ring the Fucking Bell onto the Pierce, casuing him to be spiked down with addtitional force as Terminus completes the execution of the Vertebreaker! HOOOOOOOLY! SOUL SACRIFICE! SOUL SACRIFICE!)

*OFF THE CHARTS HOLY CRAP WHAT A DOUBLE TEAM FINISHER POP!*

(Mystic J remains seated at ringside, shaking his head with disgust before climbing back to his feet and slowly walking up the arena ramp without looking back once! Howdy actually appears somewhat impressed as he edges closer to the ring apron, but goes no further, as Terminus rolls over and applies the cover, making certain to hook the leg:

ONE.........................................TWO...............................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Ferdinand: Here are your winners.....representing Cornerstone Wrestling................Jason Sandman and Terminus!!!!!!!

Franks: Well, that was a hell of a match, and it was ended with a hell of a double team that I can't recall ever seeing in my life!

Quadros: Not even in Malaysia!?

Franks: Nope!

Quadros: Wow...

Sandman gives Howdy a condescending sweep of the arm to motion him to come into the ring and check on the condition of Pierce, and Terminus nods his head once again at his rival and can be seen to utter the words "You may need new Kings, James" as he exits the ring for a moment and celebrates his victory with Natalie. Jason then nods to his friend disappears into the crowd after telling him that he has a guest to take care of, while Natalie gives her lover a quick kiss and tells him to enjoy the celbration before barrelling up the entrance ramp after the disgusted Mystic while calling him every name in the book! Howdy and the official manage to get the unconscious Pierce out of the ring and then watch him be carried to the back by the EMT's on site. Howdy then turns around and mouths the words "Well done, sir", and then heads up the ramp while Terminus steps back into the ring to acknowledge the cheers of the crowd.

DON'T HIT MY BROTHER
Written by: Craig

Right after the main event match has seen its conclusion, Brad Kane comes out from the back with a good bit of fanfare without any music playing. He's dressed in street clothes, eyeballing Terminus the entire time. Brad hops up onto the apron and calls for a microphone, never taking his eyes off of his opponent for Vow. Feedback is heard after Brad taps the microphone to ensure its turned on. After clearing his throat, Brad raises the mic up to his face.

Brad Kane: Terminus, good job out here tonight. Really put on a good match, showed what you're capable of quite well. Then again you always do that on a weekly basis.

Brad continues to stare at the masked World Champion before collecting his thoughts.

Brad Kane: I'm not out here to sing your praises nor am I out here to give you any sort of respect, not anymore. Although I have found it a bit humorous that you've managed to frighten one of my daughters the past two weeks.

A slight smirk forms on Brad's face before disappearing for a more angered look.

Brad Kane: As I understand though, my wife told you about a bit of shared history between us. The whole getting beat by our father or uncle in my case. How we deal with those emotions are two very different ways. I don't know how you deal with the constant memories of getting beat down, bloodied and bruised as a child but when I remember, it makes me want to...

He inhales, trying to calm himself while Terminus looks at his challenger, wondering where he's going with this.

Brad Kane: Then I found out something else. You lost a little sister growing up. I'm sorry that happened to her, how she passed away. If you remember, I lost my son nearly two years ago. We're closer mentally then I think we're even aware of Terminus. While you're an only child, I still have a brother and a sister. You know this. However, I'm in constant jeopardy of losing my brother due to a heart condition he suffers.

Brad keeps his place in the ring while still trying to compose himself and his thoughts.

Brad Kane: And now, I'm in danger of losing my little sister too....

The crowd gasps a bit, wondering if there is something wrong with Freya. Terminus also has a concerned look on her face. Brad reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a crumpled sheet of paper.

Brad Kane: This piece of paper I'm holding in my hands has a bombshell wrote on it. Before I say anything, Freya, I want you to come down to this ring.

Everyone looks towards the entry way as Freya comes out from the back, looking really nervous and a bit scared. She enters the ring and stands between Brad and Terminus. Freya looks at the paper, knowing what it is and what's wrote on it, shaking her head. She leans into Brad's microphone.

Freya Ragnal: Please, don't do this.

Brad pulls the microphone back away from his sister.

Brad Kane: I'm doing this, live with it.

He uncrumples the paper before looking down on it, forming a frown.

Brad Kane: And here we go. This is what Freya wrote on Friday night while on a journey to find herself. "Sometimes I don't want to be a sister to Brad and Mike. They've set everything so high for me that I'll never live up to their expectations. I wish, I wish that Brad was more like Evan."

The paper gets crumpled up again before Brad throws it in Terminus' face.

Brad Kane: So you see, I'm in danger of losing my little sister to someone that isn't blood to her. I think that you're taking advantage of Freya's nature, Terminus. She's so much like, wanting to get the affection of people because we never got it growing up. So instead of coming to her big brother that loves her, that would never do anything intentional to hurt her, she goes to you!

Freya is trying not to cry hearing all of this while Terminus is in a state of shock.

Brad Kane: I didn't want this to become personal but it is now. What you're doing, it pisses me off. You're trying to steal my sister away from me! Just because yours died years ago doesn't give you the goddamn right to do this! When my son died, I didn't go kidnap some kid off of the street to take his place, I dealt with it. I've already gotten it all cleared because when we wrestle at Vow, Terminus, we're not going to have an official refeere.

A near sadistic smirk comes across Brad's face.

Brad Kane: Nah, instead, you Freya, are going to ref this contest between the two of us.

The crowd explodes with shock and cheers! Freya's eyes widen as Brad stares at his little sister.

Brad Kane: Who is it going to be Freya, me or Terminus. I guess I'll find out how you really feel at Vow. For now though, I need to do something else.

Brad drops the microphone and goes right into a shove on Terminus. Terminus looks at Brad, still a little shocked with all that's transpired here this evening in a short amount of time. Brad makes a fist as Freya picks up the microphone now.

Freya Ragnal: Don't hit my brother, Brad!

Terminus' jaw drops while Brad's fist unclenches. He looks at Freya, broken hearted before leaving the ring, not looking back at either of them while Freya falls to her knees, not believing she said that. Brad never turns to look at the ring again, heading to the backstage while Terminus can only look at Freya, still just surprised.